One of those performances

 which, if it really got to you, it probably means you are screwed.
(guess who thought he would fit perfectly into the performance) 

Trying to catch up

for the temps perdu when I was at home in bed, alone with my fever. So first I went to see Igor Koruga's Expose, which I watched twice... first while taking photos during rehearsals, then just sitting back and enjoing it for the second time during the performance...

 After that I sat on my bike and cycled through the Ljubljana fog (in which even Sherlock Holmes would get lost) to Irena's exhibition

 After which we all went next door to see a couple of bands (well some of us went in, others decided to stand in the cold and see if they can produce more fog)

By the time I got to another concert, to the final venue of the night (but once again more or less just next door), I was a bit tired so I listened to a few songs and then decided to call it a night and head back to bed (this time without a fever).